Category Archives: Humour

We woke to the news that the amazing Stephen Hawking had died early this morning. The tributes to him have been wonderful and on The World at One this wonderful song of him with The Monty Python team was played. Here it is for you.

The following quotation came up today too. What a remarkable man he was in so many ways.

Stephen Hawking

It’s raining again! Here is Welly-dog with daffodils through a rainy window. I love the distortion brought about by the water on the glass.

Today’s relentless rain stopped at about 3.30pm and we set off for our walk around the back onto The Flat Lode Trail. We are so lucky being able to leave the house and within moments are away from houses and up along the track. I was amused by the face on the stone – hope you can make it out too.

Stone face

I love the raindrops on the Heather.

Raindrops on Heather

There are camellias in flower all round the neighbourhood. My favourites are the white ones.

Driving into Truro this afternoon, we followed a van the rear of which which made me smile.

Ducks

Driving home, the grey sky was suddenly lit in such a way that we seemed to be looking through some torn holes to see the silver lining.

Silver holes in the sky

I was given this poem yesterday and it delighted me both as an eater of Blackberries and a bit of a wordsmith.

Blackberry Eating – Galway Kinnell

I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries fall almost unbidden to my tongue, as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words like strengths or squinched, many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps, which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well in the silent, startled, icy, black language of blackberry-eating in late September.

Walking through Penryn this afternoon, I happened upon a treat – two window boxes on the back of a car! I smiled all the rest of the way to get my hair cut.

Two window boxes

Here is another window from Studio 10 where the Frida Kahlo Exhibition opens on Sunday.

Frida Kahlo

It is always hard to leave a place you love but more than that, it is the leaving behind of the people that you love. Sophie Hannah says that she wrote this poem when she was leaving Manchester for Cambridge and wanted to reassure a friend that her decision to leave did not mean that she no longer cared for them. The poem has a lovely rhythm about it and is easy to read aloud, giving me the feeling that she is speaking directly and in person to the one she is leaving. The poem also makes me think of times when we are left by someone and it was not their intention at all……

Leaving and Leaving You

When I leave your postcode and your commuting station,When I left undone all the things we planned to doYou may feel you have been left by associationBut there is leaving and leaving you.

When I leave your town and the club that you belong to,When I leave without much warning or much regret,Remember, there’s doing wrong and there’s doing wrong toYou, which I’ll never do and I haven’t yet,

And when I have gone, remember that in weighingEverything up, from love to a cheaper rent,You were all the reasons I thought of staying,And none of the reasons why I went

And although I leave your sight and I leave your setting,And our separation is soon to be a fact,Though you stand beside what I’m leaving and forgetting,I’m not leaving you, not if motive makes the act.

The garden has had some much needed rain today and I have been indoors sewing badges onto LiveWire 3’s Beavers uniform. I brought the job home to do and tomorrow I can post the little sweater back complete with badges.

Embroidered name

In Falmouth this evening, we parked next to a car with a bumper sticker which I now aim to find for my car!

Bumper sticker

One of my blogger friends posted the following quotation from Confucius this morning. Thanks, Ute. I like it.

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If you are regular reader, you may know that I am trying to photograph all our new buses with their very special words on the back. I caught this one speeding up the hill this morning and I love it!

Ute, one of my blogging friends has been painting her staircase and it has earned a place in beautifulthings as it is so delightful and it made me smile. I wish we could do that here.

I’ve been next door this afternoon helping to finish off the Memory boxes which we have been making with the young Mums’ group. All cats like to hide in boxes and Zorro made himself comfortable in the suitcase of plastic flowers!